G D G
I kept the little French girl tucked behind my eyelids
C G D2
Three times to the hour ‘till her glass reached the bottom
G D G
And come around the time that she turned around the corner
C G D2 G C G
The days till I get gone became twice as long
C
Oh she's something like a whisper
G C G
Through the Friday evening noise
Am C
Though we never got to talking
G C G
And thought I never heard her voice
C
I know that melody she's singing
G C G
I hear it in the missing wind
D G C D2
It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something
G C G
that never did begin
G D G
I left that dirty bedroom stained into my day clothes
C G D2
One time from my own love and one time from another
G D G
And come the shadow morning I called upon my old friends
C G D2 G C G
They rearranged their faces and payed out at the counter
C
Oh it was something like a whisper
G C G
Through the Friday evening noise
Am C
Though we should have got to talking
G C G
And though I should have used my voice
C
There's that melody we're singing
G C G
I miss it in the leper wind
D G C D2
It leaves me standing in the emptiness of something
G
